Jiang Nan could feel every nerve in his body trembling. He replied tactfully, "Actually, I can travel the world."
Auntie Number Thirteen was not satisfied. "Older people are more caring, especially someone as gentle as me."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He held up the microphone, and even with his eyes closed, he could feel the woman's burning gaze.
Jiang Nan thought to herself, "You forced me to do this."
"Sorry, my WeChat location shows Iceland." He paused for a few seconds, and under the expectant gaze of the middle-aged woman, as if he had cultivated the path of ruthlessness, said, "My heart is colder than Iceland."
After Auntie Number Thirteen finished speaking, it was Aunt Fourteen's turn.
The woman, number fourteen, slowly picked up the microphone and said, "Young man, what do you think of me?"
The young man wasn't much to look at. He felt a strong sense of suffocation and finally pulled out the goji berries that Lao Sen had given him from his pocket, stuffing a handful into his mouth.
-
The recording of the program finished at 12:30 pm.
After changing her clothes, Jiang Nan slumped in a chair, her face deathly pale, as if all her life force had been drained away.
When Zhu Xia came in and saw him like this, she felt a strange pang of pity.
"How's it going?"
Jiang Nan snorted coldly, "When you visit my grave next year, remember to burn plenty of money."
Zhu Xia said, "Aren't you doing just fine?"
Jiang Nan leaned back on the sofa, utterly dejected, and said, "My resentment as a human is greater than that of a ghost. I might as well go to the underworld."
Just as Zhu Xia was about to say something, Jiang Nan suddenly spread her legs, took out her phone from her pocket, and glanced at the message.
Suddenly she burst into laughter, a genuinely happy laugh, her eyes crinkling, the corners of her lips turning up, revealing shallow dimples.
Zhu Xia couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and asked, "Who sent you the message?"
Jiang Nan said happily, "My wife."
Zhu Xia said, "So you two seem quite affectionate."
Jiang Nan was overjoyed.
Because Fu Jingzhou said on WeChat that his black Lamborghini was already parked in the underground parking lot of Jinghe Garden.
Jiang Nan was overjoyed and booked a flight back to the capital that very night to see his little darling.
The little car was parked right by the garage entrance, its lines sleek and its metallic sheen cold. Jiang Nan instantly dropped his suitcase, pounced on it, and lay down in front of the car, saying, "Baby, I'm here!"
His voice was filled with joy.
Upon hearing the news, Uncle He rushed downstairs, stood at the garage door, and called out affectionately, "Young Madam!"
Even at night, the old butler wore a suit and vest, and his gray hair was fixed with hair wax.
Jiang Nan straightened up and ran over.
" Uncle He, it's been a long time."
The two embraced affectionately.
Unable to bear the sight, 771, taking advantage of the fact that no one could see him, jumped directly onto the roof of the car.
It sat atop the vehicle, looking down on everyone else, quite satisfied with its mount, and even found Jiang Nan more agreeable.
-
After exchanging pleasantries, Uncle He began to introduce the sports car to Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan listened attentively. Just as Uncle He suggested that he sit in the driver's seat and go for a drive, Jiang Nan suddenly remembered something.
All smiles vanished instantly.
Uncle He looked at him suspiciously. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Nan's smile was tinged with a hint of green; she was practically ready to die on the spot.
I don't have a driver's license yet.
Uncle He: "..."
771 erupted in a deafening roar of laughter.
Jiang Nan suddenly glanced at it coldly.
771:[...]
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Fu Jingzhou received the news early on that Jiang Nan had returned from Wen City that evening, so he canceled a dinner engagement and went home early after finishing work.
I thought this little pink-haired guy would be happy, but he sat on the beanbag chair with a resentful look on his face, fiddling with the SpongeBob SquarePants I had bought earlier.
The SpongeBob SquarePants I ordered from 771 arrived a while ago and has grown quite a bit.
Jiang Nan, being a bit of a jerk, took SpongeBob SquarePants out of the glass container and crushed them one by one.
771 pouted and kept crying, but didn't shed a single tear.
Fu Jingzhou walked over and patted the boy's head; "What's wrong?"
Jiang Nan squeezed SpongeBob SquarePants, looking extremely sad; "Waaaaah, when will the country allow sadness to be covered by medical insurance?"
Fu Jingzhou frowned; "What exactly happened?"
Jiang Nan's eyes were red. "I feel like I've traveled through time."
Fu Jingzhou: "Huh?"
Jiang Nan continued, "I must have traveled through time. I must have been the one who cried down the Great Wall back then."
Uncle He came out of the kitchen and explained, "The young mistress doesn't have a driver's license yet."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
Jiang Nan sighed, and said earnestly, "I finally understand how miserable it is to be a eunuch."
He became increasingly distressed as he spoke, "What's the difference between me and a eunuch now?"
Fu Jingzhou pinched his cheek and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk nonsense."
Jiang Nan pouted and threw SpongeBob SquarePants away.
His ears were throbbing from 771's howling.
Seeing that he had finally decided to let go, the Little Black Ball eagerly pounced on him, feeling heartbroken.
Fu Jingzhou couldn't resist pinching his cheek again.
They're chubby, they do seem to have gained a little weight.
Of course, he couldn't say this to Jiang Nan.
-
Fu Jingzhou thinks Jiang Nan looks better and cuter when he's a little chubby, and doesn't want him to lose weight.
But someone is forcing Jiang Nan to reduce her weight.
The day after filming the show, Zhu Xia dragged Jiang Nan to the gym.
Jiang Nan was very dissatisfied. "I haven't gained weight."
Zhu Xia gave him a cold look. "Look at your belly, look at your chin, haven't you gotten fat?"
Jiang Nan touched her chin, convinced that she hadn't gained weight.
Zhu Xia had a headache. Pointing to the scale next to her, she said, "Go weigh yourself."
The Honor of Kings trash talk, the flamboyant pink-haired Jiang Nan, instantly lost his temper.
"In my life, I've dared to love and hate fiercely, but I've never dared to step on a scale."
Zhu Xia took a deep breath, "You don't have to weigh yourself. Just wait until you get a double chin, and see how happy those haters will be. They'll practically be celebrating the New Year right there."
Upon hearing this, the rebellious Jiang Nan eagerly went to find her fitness coach.
-
In the evening, after finishing an afternoon of training, Jiang Nan sat on the ground, drenched in sweat, and opened his phone to check unread messages.
Twenty minutes ago, Fu Jingzhou asked him when he would finish, saying he would take him out for a big meal.
Jiang Nan replied, "[Give me another twenty minutes to take a shower.]"
After replying, Jiang Nan exited the chat window with Fu Jingzhou and unexpectedly saw a message from Fu Xingli.
Fu Xingli: [Do you know Song Zhusheng?]
Jiang Nan paused for a moment: [Why are you asking this?]
Fu Xingli replied instantly: [Tell him to remove me from the blacklist.]
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [????]
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Do you know Shengsheng?]
Fu Xingli: [Hmm.]
Fu Xingli: [By the way, could you please tell him how he plans to get through this heat cycle?]
Jiang Nan gasped.
771: [Holy crap, what's going on with them?]
Jiang Nan immediately sent Song Zhusheng a question mark.
Song Zhusheng replied instantly: [ Nannan, what's wrong?]